The Human Comedy: The Pink Puppy
Short Story George awoke with Fleur’s tongue in his ear. “Ugh,” he grumbled, pushing her away. “You never stop, do you?” As if to confirm his statement, the 13-pound ball of fur spun in...
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Short Story George awoke with Fleur’s tongue in his ear. “Ugh,” he grumbled, pushing her away. “You never stop, do you?” As if to confirm his statement, the 13-pound ball of fur spun in...
Serial Story “Jason, what the hell?” asked Greyson. Scarlett was still behind him and Cash, and Tommy’s mom continued to scream. Jason stood with his shotgun at the ready, breathing heavily, as though...
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
Short Story The killdeer colony grew and saturated the enclave with life. Nests were built on top of old nests, generations of birds spent their lives gazing at the whale’s skeleton. Hunter giants fired...
Short Story Flower lady, there’s a gypsy at the door for you. Let him in the building. Thanks, have a good evening. Is that her husband? Don’t be rude. He’s not. That’s his errand...
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...